I awoke on the brink of love
clinging onto the edge by my fingertips
shouting everything written in the cave that is my mouth
I wonder if she realizes my lungs sometimes forget to operate
when she’s around me
and if she’d give me mouth to mouth
I swear I could die with a smile
she’s a piece of tape you can’t remove
a painting you’ve seen too many times
a incessant humming of availability
but I will not lose my love for the way her spine crack like my favorite novel
or the way she smiles when thinking of things
and I don’t know if she realizes that sometimes
love feels a lot like getting struck like lightning and
this rumbling in my stomach is the uproar
of the heavens
She is my cup of coffee in the morning
and my glass of wine in the evening
I swallow her words
and find myself intoxicated by her affection
she swears that love is only found in books
so I shall fill our stories into composition books to convince her of it later
she doesn’t realize that the way she laughs can be crippling
and my heart is found in a wheelchair when I see someone else make her laugh
she doesn’t realize her beauty
and i wish i could bring her to the edges of the world
captivated by art galleries
swept away by ocean tides
breath taken by the most exhilarating sights
and show her just how much better she is
she is the scotch in my glass
the cigarette in between my fingers
she is the arrow through my chest
and I don’t find smiling as satisfying unless it’s in her company.